Ryan Wolff's Penile Transplant


By: Boy Sucker ([email protected])

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[PENECTOMY]


Ryan eperiences life in the ER as Doctors save what's left of his 
mutilated penis.

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Ryan Wolff’s Penile Transplant Part II


As I would later learn, the only reason I had survived was that the 
maintenance guy was cleaning the ladies restroom next door, heard 
my screams and called 911. It must have been a horrific scene to 
see a kid passed out with his board shorts around his knees with a 
banded, bloody stump where his penis should have been. I don’t know 
who this hero is, but I’d like to thank him.

I came to, in a scene right out of Trauma: Life in the ER, a show I 
always like to watch on TLC, except, I was the star on this 
episode. The fog in my mind began to clear as I surveyed the scene 
around me. There must have been at least a half dozen doctors and 
nurses working on me. I had IV’s in both arms and a searing pain in 
my groin. I lifted my head just enough to see catheter poking out 
of my penis…except there was no penis. It looked sort like bits of 
hamburger spilling out of a sausage casing. There were two clamps 
attached to the main arteries and veins that fed the penis, to stop 
any further blood loss. “Ryan, can you hear me?” I heard a voice 
call. “ I am Dr Rossi, Chief of Trauma and you are in the UCLA 
Trauma Center, OK?’ I thought to myself through the haze, ”why do 
they always say OK at the end of every sentence.” Your mind comes 
up with weird stuff when you’re in shock and on medication. It all 
seems very surreal. I could almost imagine the narrator 
saying “Ryan Wolff had an awful day at the beach when he was found 
with his penis severed. He doesn’t know it yet, but doctors won’t 
be able to re-attach it, because it couldn’t be found. He’ll have 
to learn to adjust to a whole new life.” As I snapped to reality 
again, Dr Rossi was explaining “Ryan, there’s gonna be a lot of 
people working you, OK? You’ve been injured, OK?” I managed an “uh 
huh” as he went on, “You’ve received a very serious injury to your 
genitals, OK?” Again with the OK deal, I thought, as I faded in and 
out of consciousness, “ No, it’s not OK. Could I please have my 
dick back, OK?”  As I said, you have strange thoughts when your in 
a situation like that. Dr Rossi again, called my name “Ryan, are 
you with us? After we get you stabilized, we’re going to be taking 
you to the OR to close your wounds, OK?” Your Mother just arrived 
and I going to go let her know you’re alright, OK?” I managed to 
nod a yes as he asked me one of the most bizarre sounding questions 
a guy could ever hear. “Ryan,” he said, “do you have any idea where 
your penis could be? We have to find it immediately if there’s to 
be any hope of re-attachment, OK?” I shook my head no as a 
sickening wave of nausea swept over me. Then, again, I lost 
consciousness. In this strange dream state I was in, I could again 
hear the narrator saying, “because no one knows where the severed 
organ is, the best Ryan can hope for is that doctors will be able 
to repair what’s left of his penis. Otherwise, the only choice will 
be is to perform a total penectomy, in which doctors would remove 
all remaining parts of Ryan’s organ and move the urethra to an 
opening in the perineum. This, of course, would mean that he would 
only be able to urinate in a sitting position.” Funny, to this day, 
I’m not sure what I really heard through the haze of the drugs and 
the parts my mind made up. It doesn’t seem possible because I could 
swear I was awake and could hear what the doctors were saying the 
OR. I’ve since learned that it’s not an uncommon occurrence. I 
couldn’t move or speak, but somehow I seemed to know what was going 
on around me. Because of the unusual nature of what happened, the 
procedure was recorded as a teaching tool. For those interested in 
the surgical side of things, I’ll include some quick highlights of 
the repair. Dr Eugene Gold, Head of UCLA’s Urology department 
provided the descriptions. 
Dr Gold: “The patient is a 15 year old white male named Ryan Wolff. 
He was brought to UCLA after being found unconscious in a public 
restroom. His penis has been amputated approximately 1 and 1/8th 
inches from the pubis. The cut appears clean, surgical in nature. A 
band was placed tightly around the base of the penile shaft. Above 
the band, the corpus cavernosum is displayed.  MRI shows no damage 
to the internal penile structures. During this procedure, loose 
skin remaining on the penis will be used to cover the exposed 
corpus cavernosum and the urethra sewn to the skin flap to provide 
a path for voiding fluids. I will also employ a technique used 
normally for penis enlargement indications, where the suspensor 
ligaments will be dissected, allowing more of the penis to be 
exposed. Hopefully, this will cause the remaining penile shaft to 
allow urination while standing. After suturing is completed, an 
electro-stimulator will be introduced rectally to cause the auto-
ejaculation of seminal fluid as test for any unseen blockage.”

I’m told the surgery only lasted about an hour. As I came to in 
recovery I saw the face of a man I was later to learn belonged to 
Dr. Gold. We were to have a profound effect on one another’s 
lives. “Ryan” I heard through the haze, “Your surgery is over, 
everything is fine, there were no complications.” “Thanks doctor”, 
I managed sleepily. Dr. Gold leaned closer and said quietly “I want 
you to get your rest. Your Mom will stop in for a moment. Ryan, you 
may not find this possible to understand now, but you were actually 
very fortunate. The paramedics told me there were two other 
incidents similar to yours today. One of the others wasn’t so 
lucky, according to what I was told. One of the boys removed the 
band from the stump of his penis, passed out and expired due to 
massive blood loss.” Wow, I thought through the haze, two other 
guys mutilated the same way. I’d have to try to remember to ask who 
the survivor was. Maybe we could help each other. I drifted back in 
to the safe world of sleep where the world was still OK.

To be continued in Part III


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